we were canoeing in the lake and i asked if he was too drunk for this, and he said "don't worry about it, i'm half native american"
I mean its not the first time I passed out drunk at barnes and noble.
i just was bootyclappin in front of homeless men in a back alley
he just asked if we wanted to go to an arts and crats club with him tomorrow. every day it becomes harder for me to defend his sexuality
Well some days you just have to get blackout drunk and try to speak Spanish to French Canadian strangers
Not sure if he was actually hot or hot in a "he brought a live chicken to the party" kinda way but I got his # regardless
Sorry blacked out and lost my phone. Judging by the looks of my body I fought a cat and fell into a bush.
In the world of sexual, erotic texting, you rank somewhere between "how much teeth do you want" and "how dry do you want it"
You have not lived until you've puked on your sequined UGGs in the Rite Aid parking lot while going to buy emergency contraceptives.
I think the "tmi" ship sailed a long time ago, and it took our dignities with it..
He was pretty handsy. Told me I tasted like smoke. Good think he tasted that and not the stomach acid I just puked not ten minutes before.
Don't need my thirties to be known as the decade of "new types of shits from drinking" like last night.
He wrote his entire dissertation last night. I can only imagine the frightening amount of headway he would make if he ever did things sober.
I love you. Doing a double. Going to die. It will be painful. Let the world know i partied. God, did i party.
I think my time would be better spent seducing the TA then trying to save this paper.
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